You knew what was to come, You knew as God’s own Son
You would be handed over, You would be led to die
Instead of running scared, a precious meal prepared
You offered up Yourself for all

There at the table, You took the bread
Broke it and blessed it and said

This is my body, offered for you
Given up once, once and for all
Take it and eat it and when you do
It’s in memory of me

In those last few hours, You didn’t use your power
But washed the others’ feet, a King upon his knees
Just before You died, in the garden there you cried
Oh Father not my will, but Yours

There at the table, You took the wine
Raised it, and made it divine

This is my blood, offered for you
My life poured out, once and for all
Take it and drink it and when you do
It’s in memory of me

Your body and blood, we do believe
Your presence so true, here we receive